‘ She heard him say laughing. ‘It’s just in case it hurts. ‘ She kept her eyes closed, while he gently cleaned off the blood on her arms with...ut hurting her. ‘Just scratches. I don’t think you even need any bandages. Unless of course you think you do. ‘ He chuckled. ‘Well, I guess not. ‘ She said, her expression pouting some and then laughing. ‘ I’m not a child you know. ‘ She reached down and after unzipping her jeans she started to take them off. Robert: ‘I’ll go get you something dry to. We said we would be around and went to my room."How much of that did you make up on the spot?" I asked."Not much. I came with a plan." Did you really tell your parents we're getting married?" Of course not. You're going to be there for that conversation." How did you create William?" I asked."He didn't get my name. You didn't come to see me, so nobody followed you. The only way he could find out that quickly was to go through your phone records. That got him my first name."I wrote some 'news'. She reached under his shirt. One, two, three. She could feel the ridges that separated his abdominal muscles – like the photos he had sent. She bit her lip and undid his belt buckle.None of the men she'd ever slept with had a six-pack. And if the photos were real, none of them had a cock of this size. God, she hoped the photos were real.He helped her undo the buttons on his jeans, revealing his bulge, tucked discreetly away under his boxer shorts. Laura's heart was racing. She couldn't believe. When I went to sit in our homeroom, the group of the jocks was there, starting to insult me. Luke was not there yet, but I felt I could handle this on my own. They weren't insulting me directly, but they were purposely talking loudly so I could hear the things they were saying about me.The main reason they hated me was not because I was gay, but because I “didn’t respect them”. But my thoughts on that were fuck those guys. Out of all the group of them though, I noticed one guy who seemed to.